Tobo Tifidon in the Age of Twitter

[KesAFloyd]

2:56 am, 6/28/09

I feel all my wild dreams for the past week have been priming my imagination for this vision. I stood outside the residential compound, I could read the sign quite clearly: Tobo Tifidon. I forced myself to remember this, forced myself awake to write this down as I felt the dream fading.

A good friend from India gave me a refreshable, edible cracker. Always four in my hand, unless I dropped all of them, which indicated I wanted none at the moment. Best of all, I could share them with others. Possibly editable, too. Imagine that, a refreshable cracker: what a gift. So simple, so generous.

Chelsea comes in with her boyfriend on a motorcycle, wearing ripped jeans. Her parents are there too. I decide to go upstairs to work out in the rolling loft. Even in this day and age, we still care about our bodies. Goddamn, there is a human skeleton rolling around in the weight room. F-ing griefers. I put some skin on her and she becomes a weight training coach, which is much better.

I can read in this dream, and the history of my world is chronicled in a series of seemingly simple books called the “Age of Twitter,” stories 0-25 to 100+ years out. The basic message is this: gone are the days when people carried their lives on meaningless little pieces of plastic in their pockets, texting their thoughts to others. Gone are the days when used their computers to connect in Second Life. Why text? We say “I love you” to passersby on the Earth grid. We have moved the internet into the real world. An object can be editable, modifiable, transferrable. My friend gave me a refreshable cracker, and I will never be hungry again. It is a wonderful gift, because I can share it to others as well. We have eliminated hunger-->hatred-->fear of death by applying the replicability of the digital world to our own. We can back up our lives. Cyberspace as a separate entity is gone. It is merged with reality. It is 100+ years into the Age of Twitter, and I live in the residential complex of Tobo Tifidon.